Galanthus (snowdrop; Greek gála “milk”, ánthos “flower”) is a small genus of about 20 species of bulbous herbaceous plants in the family Amaryllidaceae, subfamily Amaryllidoideae.Most flower in winter, before the vernal equinox (20 or 21 March in the Northern Hemisphere), but certain species flower in early spring and late autumn.
This year my snowdrops are tiny; still very beautiful. The other day I have come out to another fellow blogger: yes I am also a Galanthophile...
A wonderful Friday to you all…
Harsh winter winds
turning to South
Hellebore in full bloom
Snowdrops tiny and white
in shiny green, blessed
my winter garden.
Even rabbits can’t stop
their growth in snow.
Bit them to pieces yet
they are still there.
It snows, then surrenders,
to sun rays, and disappears.
We all yearn for spring
in anticipation what it’ll bring.
We all know spring, rebirth
of nature, may it always stay.
Season that sends winter away…
A perfect morning: getting up early
before birds, listen to their little chat
be one with nature, sit under an oak.
Also grateful,take all this in and evoke
all your memories, knowing that
you’re one of them, you’re nature…
See rabbits, squirrels before they realise
you’re trespassing, let them recognise
you’re one of them, but they feel it before.
Won’t escape from you, they just observe
and ignore you, that’s all true, so explore
all the time, you’re a friend, not an invader.
If you want to be delirious on a grand scale,
place yourself further, deeper into the forests
You’ll see more: foxes, badgers in freedom,
boars passing majestically in big groups…
If you stand still, away from their path
they won’t harm you, even tolerate you being
in their woods, in their natural habitat.
Deers, hares, pheasants, all at different pace.
Animals go about their ways without you seeing…
It is a joy being, living in the middle of nature!
I will always love all creatures and treasure…
Happy weekend all 🙂
A goddess is weeping
Up there somewhere…
With gentle, contained, tiny tears.
No sadness, from joy instead…
This rain gives life, solace, softens
My parched heart, sets it free.
Will be green and blooming soon
Where you drained my soul…
Can walk hours, watching every
Little drop dripping, giving peace,
Cooling the heath of inner volcano…
I will calm down, also weep
Like the goddess up there with joy
Soon, very soon…